Jane Morrow has a dilemma, and love alone may not solve
it. Her faith has never been strong, yet somehow she hopes God will answer her
prayers and tell her what to do. The answer she finds may not be at all what
she expected . . .

When asked, “What are you trying to do through your
writing?” Ann’s reply is:
Tell the truth. I’m trying to tell the truth not as I might happen to perceive
it, but as the Bible reveals it. Fiction—telling a story that isn't true—is an
excellent vehicle for talking about what IS true. And yes, Virginia, in this
age of relativism, there is an Absolute. His name is Jesus.

My thoughts:

True confession time . . . When I first received this
book I was not inspired to read it. The cover is a dull sepia toned picture of
a front porch. The title isn't catchy. The description on the back of the book
did not pull me in. In fact the only thing that sparked my interest at all was
the author’s name on the cover.

The book just sat in my to be read pile gathering dust
until the guilt of not reading it got the best of me. Once I picked it up and
began reading, I knew I had fallen into that old saying of judging a book by
its cover. I should have known better. I've read other work by Ann Tatlock and
enjoyed it immensely. Travelers Rest
is every bit as good as her other novels.

Ann writes in such an insightful way. She has brought us
the stories of three different people and woven them together to form a
tapestry of their lives. The solutions seem unachievable at times, but her
writing always allows hope to peak through. Jane, Seth and Truman are the main
characters, but like real life there are many others that fit in and flesh out
this story.

Once again I’m left thinking about the unexpected turns
in life and how those twists seem to straighten out in the end and make us the
people we were meant to be. Let me leave you with two of my favorite quotes
from the book:

“Surely Beethoven had loved beauty too, but he knew it wasn't enough, knew it wasn't the final thing. It was only a witness. Beauty
sang of the One who created it, the One who pulled splendor out of His own
breast and sowed it with open palms across the earth.”

“History, she saw, was simply people’s lives, the large
events the sum total of individual stories, and much of it rode on a man’s or a
woman’s response to heartache.”

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